Why paint what's wooden white?
It's 'gainst the grain-- some do complain
and sometimes starkly proclaim:
'oh what a homely sight; why paint the wooden white? '
Yet, may I share, without a care,
my opinion meek--however lonely it may be
--that white means pure delight!
White twinkles as the Morning Star
--being seen from afar;
Not leastly a melancholic sight;
neither is it wayward blithe;
for white means pure delight!
yes, white means pure delight!
So, paint, yes, paint-- if you desire--
what's wooden white.
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